G D
When I was young I used to wait
G
On master and hand him his plate
G7 C
Pass him the bottle when he got dry
D G
And brush away the blue-tail fly
G D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
G
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
G7 C
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D G
My master's gone away
G D
When he would ride in the afternoon
G
I'd follow him with my hickory broom
G7 C
The pony being rather shy
D G
When bitten by the blue-tail fly
G D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
G
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
G7 C
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D G
My master's gone away
G D
One day he rode around the farm
G
Flies so numerous that they did swarm
G7 C
One chanced to bite him on the thigh
D G
The devil take the blue-tail fly
G D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
G
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
G7 C
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D G
My master's gone away
Well the pony jumped, he start, he pitch
He threw my master in the ditch
He died and the jury wondered why
The verdict was the blue-tail fly
G D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
G
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
G7 C
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D G
My master's gone away
Now he lies beneath the 'simmon tree
His epitaph is there to see
"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
The victim of the blue-tail fly"
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